Rainbow Life













velvet pansy richness
silky oriental fabric
violets crushed underfoot
purple cabbage sizzling between slices of apple











starry midnight eyes
the sky just beyond the bumpy edge of cloud
paint drops on the driveway
ink on the page















translucent blades of grass
cool evergreen shade
aged books embossed with gold
cucumbers and celery, sliced crisp












puddled afternoon sunlight
budding daffodils
baby curls
banana-colored yarn











orange peels spraying scented mist
the full moon hanging close and heavy
waxy crayon
dusty lily hearts












cherry highlights packed in a bowl
lips curved happy
row of cool clay pots
fallen rose petals

and all washed sparkling down with humbled grateful tears


Comments

Melany said…
like-- especially the closing line.
July 11, 2012 at 11:03 AM
Heidi said…
thanks for all these Lizzi
July 11, 2012 at 12:05 PM
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